The Manipulator is always manipulated

A few years a ago I met a man who said he was a scholar of the humans mind. He spoke many different languages of the mind; in short he was the manipulator of thoughts. A display of a feeling was only a screen of his real feeling, a word from him was only an alternate of another, nothing was real. He portrayed himself as one with all the values but in reality he was Satans maker. He came once as a brother, once as a friend, once as a stranger, once as a concerned father but inside it all it was just one evil intension. But they all fall, nature works in cycles, neither the gods nor the devil is exempted from its movement. He fell too. When good men fall a thousand hands come forward to break his fall. When he fell in his descend he saw those very hands he had cut off motionless at first but then gathering their last hint of life which they had kept waiting for him the day he fell, to reach for his black heart and end his existence. He will rise again, the fool that he is, but he will not know his rise is superficial, caused only by those who want his to bring him up so he never dies coz their only motive to continue is to see his suffering but never his death.
He moves in a whirlwind he does not know the source of, he rises and falls at someone else’s will, he is attacked at times by his own shadow, the fool goes about in circles but doesn't understand this and wonders why he is finds himself in the very same situation. This is your fate, its all that you deserve and remember you fool that there is no mercy and there never will be forgiveness.

Your mother cant help you, you corrupted her womb.